Nothin' But a Good Time!

I've worked in the entertainment industry for over ten years. I'm lucky to work at one of the most recognizable studios in the world. And, I'm lucky not to be jaded - walking on the lot still makes me giddy. 

In these ten years, I've had the chance to experience some incredible things - TV show tapings, an intimate tour of shooting locations for Blade Runner with Ridley Scott, even a movie premiere. But, last Friday night was THE MOST INCREDIBLE EXPERIENCE EVER!

A few weeks ago, I sent an email offering to work the Rock of Ages premiere. Honestly, I didn't expect a response. Secretly, you know I wanted one.

So, I waited. Patiently. (Hey - I'm a Taurus, we're patient people.)

And, I was rewarded. My name was on the staff list for the premiere and after party WITH POISON AND DEF LEPPARD. OMG OMG OMG OMG! Talk about giddy - was I ever! I had two assignments for the night - inside and outside. AND - we were to dress in 80s attire! Aww yeah! I mean, really. It's Rock of Ages! THE epitome of 80s rock - big hair, acid wash, neon jewelry and blue eye shadow. COME ON! 

I only had a week to come up with an outfit. Finally, I narrowed all my possibilities down to 2 options. All the while, I'm fretting about the night because it would be my first premiere - what could I expect? What would be expected of me? What do I do? What does all this mean?! Thank God for Liz and Karen! Both assured me, reassured me and answered all of my silly questions. Beyond that, both were excited by how giddy and excited I was to attend. And, they helped with my outfit.

Fast forward to premiere day - a lot of Aqua Net and a lot of blue eye shadow. Ai yi yi! I wore my English Beat Special Beat Service t-shirt, black lace mini skirt, tights and black motorcycle boots. My hair was slicked back on one side, the other side hanging down over my eye. I wore a gorgeous orange/red eye shadow with blue eye liner that extended out to my hairline. Oh yeah. I rocked that look on one eye. I also wore one earring. Dude, I was kinda rad.

Inside the theater, I was nervous. David walked me around, showed me the sections and tried to calm me down. Once the soundtrack started, I was totally fine - I just sang, rocked it out. It was fun and we all were there for a good time, so I had one.

I think it's awesome to see movie stars. On only two occasions have I been the "loud obnoxious give me your attention" girl - the time I saw the Ocean's 11 cast playing shirts versus skins basketball (::thud::) and when I saw Ryan Gosling last week (::thud:: #2). Other than that, I'm "Hey, look" and the end.

But...put me with musicians? Oh, my. It's a different story! This theater was filled with 'em. I wanted to tell Lita Ford how she inspired me to be courageous. I wanted to explain to Kevin Cronin exactly what I felt when I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time with Roll With the Changes blaring. I wanted to yell at Debbie Gibson for throwing away the roses my friend gave to her. Segments of my life were represented in that room. I wanted to address each one. I wanted to thank or yell or hug and relive each one.

At the after party, I handled a table - making sure the guests had what they needed. I was pretty damn close to the stage. I was pretty damn close to tears. When Poison came out, all I could do was dance. So, I danced away from the table. The band ran through six classic songs - so much fun! I love it when I know all the words :)

Then, Riki Rachtman came onstage. My 15 year-old self started to shriek and yell - It was starting...

WE CAN'T STAND WAY BACK HERE! MOVE MOVE MOVE!

OK OK OK! We will. We will.

Gunter glieben glauchen globen

ALRIGHT!

My teenaged self took over at that precise moment. And, we moved right on down, in front of Vivian Campbell and Rick Savage, to the side of Joe Elliott. ::swoon:: 

Def Leppard ran through six songs ~ Rock of Ages, Hysteria, Foolin', Bringin' on the Heartbreak, Armageddon It and, of course, Pour Some Sugar On Me. Holy crap! I danced and screamed and sang and screamed and enjoyed the whole thing! It was amazing. They were so incredible! I am trying to find adequate words...I can't.

I tried to hold onto the night...did the best I could...but it ended. I know other premieres and after parties won't be like this one. That's okay. I am so ridiculously grateful to have been there, done that.

Girl of 100 List ~ No Can Do

For some reason, I was compiling a list of things I can't do. It's not very long, of course.

But, it's a list nonetheless:

• I don't know how to parallel park. Well, I know. I just can't do it. Unless the entire curb is empty, in which case, I'm a pro! It may have something to do with gauging distances. I am nearsighted.
• I can't hold chopsticks properly. Lame, indeed. I just can't grasp it (pun intended). At Kuru Kuru last week, I studied the Ikea-like 'instructions' (read: pictures, not words) on the chopsticks wrapper, imitating the positioning. However, I failed miserably at the execution. Ack! Fork please!
• I can't wrap. How sad and pitiful. In junior high and high school, most text books had to be covered. My mom covered my books with Stater Bros. brown paper bags. (However, all of the rad decorating was done by me thankyouverymuch) Gifts. *sigh* I just can't gift wrap. I either cut way too much paper or not enough. So, gift bags are my friend.

And, that's all.

Ha! Not really. That's just all I care to share with you :)

**sigh**

Lunch with my team at the comm today - it *is* Turkey Thursday, after all. While stuffing stuffing in my mouth, everything stopped. It became very quiet. Everything blurred and faded except for one thing, one person.

I mumbled "Uhmg ih Jur Oony."
"What did you say?"
I repeated, in my best whisper-loud-enough-for-only-the-table-to hear, "OH. MY. GAWD. IT'S. GEORGE. CLOONEY."

He looked soooooooo handsome. He needs to eat some mashed potatoes or a burger or something. But, damn.

Apparently, he was holding hands with some girl the others were calling his 'girlfriend'. Yeah. Whatever. I am so not trying to hear that.

Oh, saw the guy from 'Chuck' too. Cute, but he's no George Clooney.

:::swoon:::

The Gala

On Wednesday afternoon, VP was invited to a black-tie event at the Beverly Hilton on Saturday night. And she invited ME! Woo hoooo :) Of course, this meant I had to buy a black tie. After trips to Nordstrom Glendale, Nordstrom Topanga and Nordstrom Santa Anita, I purchased a gorgeous kimono-esque dress from Torrid, God bless 'em!


Saturday's festivities started with a Silent Auction from 6:00 p.m. until 8:30 p.m. Until I arrived, I had *no* idea why a Silent Auction, of all things, would take so long. Wait...let me back up...we pull up to valet and are greeted by limos, valets and a throng of people (I don't know the number of people needed to qualify as a 'throng' but I'm sure the quota was met). We entered a side door to avoid all the tourists with cameras; only to be thrust into a room of utter fabulousness ~ gorgeous people in gorgeous gowns with unbelievably gorgeous jewels draped here and there. It was overwhelming and fun and indulgent and the epitome of people watching. Just walking to the registration table we passed Jennifer Tilly, Alan Thicke and Vanna White. I had *no* idea the scope of this event. It's huge. I mean H-U-G-E huge. We made our way through the Silent Auction room filled with art - photographs, paintings, plates and bowls decorated by celebrities, and such - to the bar. God bless Grey Goose for their sponsorship :) As we were toasting the evening, a veritable plethora of stars wandered by ~ Vin Scully, David Foster, Diane Warren, Babyface, Henry Simmons (hubba hubba), James Denton. Looking around, I noticed another room filled with loot. Off we went...everything was "starting bid of $1,000.00" so I asked VP "Where are the DVDs and CDs or dinner for two I can bid on?!" Harry Hamlin and Lisa Rinna were looking at some toys, while a camera crew followed Teri Hatcher around. We kept walking through rooms until we saw a banner announcing "jewelry" ~ ahhhhh! These were some beautiful pieces - bracelets, earrings, pendants, etc. I bid on a pair of earrings - handmade gold and pink stones. Yeah, right. As the auction closed down, we were shuffled out of the rooms towards the main ball room. As we're walking, I know people were whispering "Who are they? Are they anybody?" I know *I'd* be doing it if I was gawking from the sidelines. Hell, who am I kidding?! I *was* thinking that about every person I passed on the carpet! We found our table - luckily we knew a couple of people at our table. The salad was already set ~ a wedge of lettuce, avocado, tomato and shrimp. I was counting on typical party fare of rubber chicken and broccoli; but after seeing the salad, I had high hopes. We ate, drank, talked and ogled until Jay Leno came out. He introduced Sidney Poitier, who spoke so eloquently about Barbara Davis and her work with the Children's Diabetes Foundation.
As Sidney Poitier talked, a plate consisting of 2 asparagus spears, one baby carrot, scalloped potatoes and a mini squash-looking thing was placed in front of us. Mmm-kay. I didn't know it was vegetarian night. Well, it wasn't! The server presented this huge platter of beef in front of us. And he wasn't stingy. We each got 2 huge thick slices of filet. Whoa! It was so delicious. Beat the heck outta rubber chicken! Jay Leno did his best to keep the night moving swiftly - thankyouverymuch. He did a live auction of a new Mercedes, two pairs of diamond earrings (OMG! gor-geous.) and a recording session with totally hot, everybody-wants-to-work-with producer Scott Storch. Now THAT'S an item worth bidding on. David Foster, nothing-to-sneeze-at record producer bought that. Weird, can't he get Scott to work with him? Anyway, David Foster introduced Babyface, who sang "Change the World" - the song he wrote for Eric Clapton. It's such a beautiful song and Babyface sounded great!

Halle Berry came out next. Honestly, I didn't pay attention because around the same time, baked Alaska showed up on my plate AND Jeremy Piven walked by. Talk about distraction...

versus
Baked Alaska. Hands down.

Usher performed, as did Katharine McPhee. She stunned everyone by announcing that she was singing "I Have Nothing" for Whitney Houston who is in the room!! Huh?! Wha?! OMG - Whitney looked fantastic: happy, smiley, curvy, good. She was escorted by Clive Davis, one of the night's honorees. Katharine sang the song beautifully. I mean really really fantastic. But...Jennifer Hudson, another American Idol-er, sang a song from her upcoming movie "Dreamgirls" and blew McPhee out of the water. Out of the building! Jennifer Hudson was incredible. Then, to cap off the evening, The Man, Barry Manilow performed. Barry Manilow! He was awesome singing songs from his 60s album. What a great show!



As we were leaving, the swag bags were handed out. Fantastic loot. PLUS, I won the earrings auction!

I love galas :)

Studio 60/Sting and ME!

One of the best things about working for the Company is, undoubtedly, the perks ~ movie screenings before public release, celebrity sightings any day of the week, the Love Rocks concert at the Kodak Theatre, "Friends" tapings, etc. Nothin' but love!

Last week, the Company held a lottery for employees to be an audience member on the new Matthew Perry/Bradley Whitford show "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" with Sting as the special guest. Um. Hellooooo! Firing off an email to enter while still reading the announcement, I kept thinking "Sting AND Matthew Perry. Sting AND Matthew Perry." This doesn't happen all the time, People! Wouldnyaknowit - I'm a weener! Woo hooo! Mandy too! BFFs on TV with Matthew Perry (he's on our laminated cards)?! What do we do? We go shopping. Of course!

Because production has no set schedule, and we were at their mercy, our call time changed right up until the day before the shoot. I'd heard a lot of people complained and canceled because production couldn't say *when* the taping would be finished. Whatever! It's a unique opportunity - take advantage and enjoy! Don't get me wrong - it was a long effing day. It's Sting, People. Sting! *sigh*

I got to Stage 25 @ 11:35 a.m. There were several tables & chairs, with small groups of people scattered all around. I filled out my release, sat down and waited. M&I looked *totally* fabulous - she in her gray tunic, me in red & black & pearls! Food services had a huge spread - donuts, bagels, bags of chips, granola bars, water, soda, cereal & milk, oatmeal & raisins, peanut butter and jelly - "Help yourself!" Around 2:15 p.m. there was some movement near the door. I saw Fusske make a move...so I pulled Mandy up to the door. Chatting up the security guard, the Producer came in and asked Fusske "are you background?" He said "Yes! We are!" She told him to go. All 7 of us from the table fell in step behind the Producer and walked across to Stage 19. As we walked in, there was definitely a buzz in the air...though it was dark and smoky, the air was electric - you knew this was something special. The set had a stage w/candleabras and stools placed toward the back of Stage 19 ~ a very gothic, romantic feel/look. Three gorgeous tapestries were hung from the ceiling as backdrop for Sting's stage setting. Rotating lights with cut cels shone on the tapestries, making it look like clouds were moving across them; really beautiful. Three rows of seats were directly in front of the stage (these people would be facing Sting) with 2 risers/bleachers positioned off to the left and right. Five or six rows of seats were placed on either side of the stage - this is where we were seated. As we waited to be seated, Sting was standing there. Just standing. There. Umm. Hi. You're Sting. He was backlit - not for show, he just stood right there, in the light. Nice. We're sitting, gawking, watching, waiting, staring, etc. The Producer walked over, standing at the end of my row. I leaned over to her "Thank you very much!" She looked at me - a bit startled and surprised. "Thank *you*! And just for that, when he gets up (she's pointing to Sting's accompanist who's sitting in the first seat of the first row), you can sit there." Yeah I can! Yippeee! She goes to talk with him, he moves and she points to me. I abandon Mandy without reservation or hesitation (Sorry! LYMI!!). I wind up sitting directly behind Sting, next to my former boss, in the camera shot. I am less than 6 feet from Sting. Less than 6 feet. From Sting! Umm. Helloooo! You're Sting and you're standing. There. I'm a bit giddy and giggly at this point (no duh). Sting and his accompanist take the stage with their lutes (sooo...does that make them loutists?) - loud applause, lots of "wooooo"-ing and smiles all around. Umm. Helloooo! It's STING! Lauren Graham introduces Sting for the "Studio 60" show and he performs. He sounded beautiful! Mind you, I'm looking at his back (nice suit, BTW)...but staring up at him in total adulation. We tape that scene a couple of times, then we're released for lunch (again, kudos to Food Services for a great lunch spread - mac n cheese, chicken, fish, steamed broccoli, lots of cakes and pies). After a couple more hours, we're called back into the studio to tape a scene with Matthew Perry (swoon!) and Sarah Paulson on the balcony above the performance area. Again, totally in the camera shot! It was weird to watch Sting, who is just pretending to sing, while MP and SP are conversing. I did sneak a couple of sidelong glances at Mister Matthew Perry, my supersecret boyfriend. No Bradley Whitford, though.
When all was said and done, we'd watched Sting perform the song 4 times through. We were finally released from the production around 9:30 or so. What a long effing day! But soooo worth it!

Look for me on "Studio 60" Monday October 16th (check your local listings)!

it's worth repeating

On Thursday 8/3 at lunch, I ran into George Clooney. Literally! I tried to pass him as he talked with a couple of people in front of the Commissary (one of whom was Grant Heslov, his biz partner), but he turned around and bumped right into me. He said "Oh! Excuse me."

Actually, he said "Oh! Excuse me - you're the most beautiful creature in existence. My name is George. What's yours? Will you have dinner with me tonight? And marry me tomorrow?"

Well, that's what *I* heard him say.

Yeah...I'm pretty sure George Clooney said that to me. Yep, that's it.

It's love. *swoon*

Ohhhh the people you see...

On Thursday 8/3 at lunch, I ran into George Clooney. Literally! I tried to pass him as he talked with a couple of people in front of the Commissary (one of whom was Grant Heslov, his biz partner), but he turned around and bumped right into me. He said "Oh! Excuse me." Actually, he said "Oh! Excuse me - you're the most beautiful creature in existence. My name is George. What's yours? Will you have dinner with me tonight? And marry me tomorrow?" Well, that's what *I* heard him say. Yeah...I'm pretty sure George Clooney said that to me. Yep, that's it.

It's love. *swoon*

And then, today...8/7 at lunch...Matthew Perry breezed by, looking quite natty in a black suit, unbuttoned white shirt - no tie, smoking. He was headed toward the bathroom outside the Commissary. Explains why he was walking so fast...

Even though no words were exchanged, it's love. *swoon*

OPRAH!!

I couldn't sleep Tuesday night. Due, in part, to the fact that I missed a crucial episode of "American Idol." And if you know me, you know I do NOT miss AI (ooh whoa whoa). But, we all know the main reason I battled insomnia, don't we? All together now - OPRAH! I was so excited - what's the topic going to be? Will I get to meet her? Will I be on camera? Will I win a car? Do I *really* need a makeover? I wanted to be in line fairly early as seating is "first come, first served" basis. So, I left the hotel around 10 ~ check-in time between 11-11:30. When the cab turned left onto Washington, the words "Harpo Studios" and an "O" loomed a couple of blocks down. My stomach totally leapt to my throat from sheer excitement! I walked past about 12-15 people all chattering away. Within 10 minutes, the line tripled! While texting my sister and BFFs, the line started moving forward to the sounds of "have your ID out and ready to go" chanted by Harpo security. Inside we maneuvered through the Disneyland-type lines - y'know, the ones where you pass the same people, do the courtesy smile, assess wardrobe, etc. (You know what I'm talking about). Each group was checked in, then hoarded through a metal detector while our bags and purses were being checked for contraband. My mobile was confiscated, which was a drag cuz I had a lot to say and texting was to be my saviour. After the security stuff, we were taken upstairs to the holding pen ~ 3 huge flat screens showing Oprah shows, pictures of O with some of her favorite guests (Nelson Mandela and the cast of Sex and the City, how's *that* for diversity), and five posters of the current cover of "O" magazine. We sat in this holding pen for about 90 minutes. And boy was it ripe for people watching! My internal dialogue was hilarious - too much makeup; she's wearing flip flops to the Oprah show?! Doesn't even matter if the flip flops have sequins on 'em, they're still flip flops; nice outfit; great shoes; what was she thinking this morning?! I really needed *someone* to share with. Around noon, groups of names were being called. I was called in the 6th or 7th round. Down the stairs and into the blue hall...up the few steps and THROUGH THE SAME DOORS OPRAH USES TO ENTER HER SHOW!!! I really wanted to jump up and down. I walked across the stage and stopped in front of her chairs. OMG! THE YELLOW OPRAH CHAIRS!!!! I really wanted to jump up and down. Ridiculous, yes. Too bad producers were sitting in the chairs - I wanted to touch 'em or brush up against 'em or something! One producer led the three ladies in front of me to seats and left me standing there on the stage. "Uhh...you forgot me!" She apologized profusely then sat me in the first seat of the first row in the bleachers. It's not as bad as it sounds - I had a direct line to Oprah's seat *and* a camera. A couple of production assistants came out, did the crowd warm-up (who traveled the farthest? who's having a birthday? etc) and shared that the show's guests were "royal" and wonderful. I felt like the girls on "America's Next Top Model" who always try to figure out what they'll be doing by deciphering a cryptic message. When the producer came back on, she told us the topic: Women Changing History and Making a Difference. The guests were Queen Rania of Jordan, President Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf and Sarah MacLachlan. What an amazing panel of guests! The producer walked off and then the people on the right side of the room started yelling and clapping. OMG!! OPRAH!! OPRAHHHHHHH!!! She just walked right out! No announcement, no lead-in, no warning, no nothing! I jumped up and down! And yelled. And clapped. And woooo'd. She was wearing a yellow top (not a good color for her, but then, she didn't ask me), tiiiiiight white skirt, fabulous shoes and her hair pulled back in a pony tail (again, not a look I'd choose for her, but then, she didn't ask me). OK, she's a peanut. She's tiny! But you feel how amazing she is...the air really was electric. She chatted us up a bit, then launched into her opening.

Queen Rania of Jordan was first. She's beautiful, intelligent, well-spoken and so incredibly down-to-earth you'd never guess she's royalty. She spoke with such passion when discussing her family, raising her kids, educating women in Jordan. Her love for her country and religion were so evident! Everything she said was something fantastic to quote - educate a girl and you educate the future; poverty is a she; extremists biggest fear is understanding, which is why the Arab countries and the West should work together to understand. One of the clips shown was a day in the life of women in Jordan. It was very interesting to see these women are not oppressed. I was surprised. One lady, a shop owner, was shown ordering Domino's pizza for dinner for her family! It was hysterical!

Then, Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf. She is the first elected woman president of an African nation - Liberia. Liberia was founded by freed American slaves. Recently, the country has been engaged in civil war. Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf ran for president against Charles Young back in 1997 and lost. Charles Young did nothing but encourage the civil war, give guns to children and allow the rape/murder of women in the country. He was overthrown and exiled. Last September, an election was held and Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf won. She was inaugurated in January 2006. When she walked out, I was crying. There was so much emotion churning inside me and it just came out at that time. This 67-year old grandmother of nine is changing the lives of thousands in a country! She's building schools, empowering women to better themselves, helping families help their children grow and flourish. A clip was shown of a 10-year old girl named Mosu. She LOVES school and science and wants to become a doctor. Why? Because a few years ago, a rocket came through the roof of her house and Mosu lost her arm. "I want to be a doctor because a doctor helped me when I lost my hand." Her parents grow and sell potatoes and greens to make enough money to pay for her schooling - $75 US dollars for one year. One year? I spend $75 in Target in one hour! Again, I cried. The lady next turned and said "How can we help? This jacked cost me $150 - I could send Mosu to school for 2 years!" Then Oprah yelled to have the chairs re-set. She brought President Johnson-Sirleaf back to the stage. Mosu was here! The little girl was incredibly shy and didn't want to come out. She did, briefly and the whole audience was moved to tears.

Lastly, Sarah MacLachlan came out. She took the money it would have cost to make a video ($150K) and donated it to charities around the world, literally helping a million people. The one that stuck with me - the $3,000 for one day of craft services bought food for hundreds of families in Calcutta. To see how much money is spent on a video and how it helped those without was tryly amazing. And brought more tears.

That was the end of my Oprah show. But the effect and affect will last much longer...

Look for me on TV!

J to the...L to the...O to the...

I saw J-Lo yesterday! WOW is pretty much all I can say. She looked S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G. Absolutely gorgeous and flawless and relaxed and beautiful and disgusting. Only disgusting cuz I'm a hater ;) She was wearing an off-white, off the shoulder top and a long white skirt - possibly palazzo pants. Whatever. The woman is luminescent! Yeah, I'm a hater. :)

I love Hell-Ay!

Celebrity Sightings!

I *love* L.A.! Went out to dinner Sunday night with the BFFs for Michael's birthday (Michael is the BFFBoy)...we're at Dan Tana's in WeHo at 8:30 p.m. waiting for our table to be ready...I'm hungry, which made me cranky...until I heard "Did you see Al Pacino over there?" WTF?! Al Pacino? AL PACINO?! (in my head I'm saying Al Pacino and chanting "Attica! Attica!" a la John Travolta as Tony Minero in Saturday Night Fever). Everyone turns around to look at him. I didn't. I waited until he stood up so I could him. He's a peanut! He's a little guy! But his hair is big. And, he's freakin' AL PACINO. That's huge. Huge! So, still waiting to be seated...wine is just about gone (Chianti, if you must know)...and the 73rd person bumps me on the way to the bathroom. He stops.

"Hey, did you see Sidney Poitier over there?"
"Uhh...no, only Pacino."
"Yeah, Sidney is in the other corner."

Wait. Sidney Poitier? In here over there?! WTF?! I thought Al Pacino was huge. Hell, up until Sunday night *Liza Minelli* was the biggest Star I'd encountered! But Sidney freakin Poitier?! HUGER than HUGE! First Black to win Best Actor Oscar! Amazing. Truly amazing. I was so happy to see him dining with his family. (In my head I'm yelling "They call me MISTER Tibbs!") GREAT role for him, but I loved "To Sir, With Love" and "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner"

Then THAT was all washed away by the entrance of Rick & Kathy Hilton. Who?!

Swooney

Academy Award Winner George Clooney.

I *heart* George
:::ga-gong, ga-gong, ga-gong:::

celebrity

Living in L.A. gives you plenty of celebrity sighting opportunities. Working in the "industry" pretty much guarantees such sightings. I was almost hit by Matthew Perry on Valentine's Day (it was a SIGN, I know it! Damn my friend for pulling me back from the curb!), the cast of "Ocean's 12" was my eye-candy for a few weeks, President Barlett hugged my Cous and his friends, and I had breakfast with Matthew McConaghey, Penelope Cruz and Isaiah Washington from Grey's Anatomy. The other night, I wanted to punch a teenaged "celebrity". I'm at a restaurant in the Valley with friends. All I want is a picture of the group of us. So, I'm looking around for someone to ask to be our photog. A-ha ~ 6 teenagers (4 boys, 2 girls)! A bit of an inconvenience for them, but WTF. I approach one of the boys "Would you mind taking a pic..." And one girl replies "No." So, I look at her; clearly she wasn't talking to me, was she? "Sorry, would you take a ..." Same girl "Noo." I look at her again and recognition flickers. Raven-Symone. Seriously? Seriously. Yeah. If you don't know, she's one of Disney's hottest tweens & teens commodities - TV show, tons of merchandising ~ Disney's marketing darling du jour. Also, she was the cute little kid on the latter years of the Cosby Show. Clearly annoyed, as I don't tolerate fools nor rudeness well ~ "I want HIM to take a picture of me with MY friends. Not me with YOU." The only teenager I pose for pics with is my niece! I found a much nicer boy with much nicer friends to take our pic.

Clearly, that behavior is truly SO Raven.